BREATHE IN THE LIFE // hunting

[HYDROSTATIC C.D..]

[aine.]

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
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Foxes were omnivores.  Of course, they were predators too.  Natural hunters.  Yet the simple fact was... Aine had never truly been interested in hunting.  Much less in eating meat.  Now she was even more herbivore than she'd been born as.  Distinctly deer-like in the shape of her legs and hooves.

But the druid understood the circle of life.  The balance.  Even if she never took on the role as hunter.

Across the desert, there were plenty of hunters.  Birds of prey.  Lizards.  Bobcats.  Coyotes.  Although she imagined the more green jungle had more prey to offer, there had to be plenty of life to draw in so many predators.  But she didn't usually come across clanmates hunting amongst the sand.

Hunting for herbs, her hazel hues flashed around in surprise when she spotted just that.  Blinking.  Then stilling where she was.  The petite fleshweaver hardly wanted to interrupt Hydrostatic or scare the lizard off by coming any closer.  She would simply cheer him on silently from a distance.

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[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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Having partially recovered from his wounds he followed the druid, tracking his sons' scent with a small smile on his maw. Halting next to Aine to study Hydro's form a frown would surface as he noticed a mistake. He'd point it out later, once Hydro finished the hunt.

#psychosocial.

[HYDROSTATIC C.D..]

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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A small smile formed on his face as his son let out a dismayed cry. He padded over quickly, attempted to gently touch Hydro's shoulder with a large paw. "It's fine, you did great. Next time just try breathing normally, I think it heard your inhale. It was a bit sharp." there'll always  be bigger prey out there.

#psychosocial.

[HYDROSTATIC C.D..]

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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A smile as his son's body tensed and he rolled to face him, maw parted to snap, but he stopped himself once realising it was Jor. Nodding to acknowledge his son picking up what he said he turned to the next question. "He's still passed out, I'm afraid. Sorry." A small murmur from the father as he sat down next to his son, curling his tail around his paws. "Why are you out here, Hydro?"

#psychosocial.